When dawn comes,
From the shadows, wild horses emerge,
Sometimes galloping en mass,
Sometimes meandering in small pairings,
Journeying near the dwelling, where the man and woman live,
Where oats and alfalfa cubes
- an offering to the gods - will be distributed,
Along with words of praise and admiration.
A ritual.
With the unique East Bluff terroir enhancing the
Sensual qualities of perception.
Do the equines of Ravenseyrie delight in the rose glow dawn as much as I do?
I feel certain they are not oblivious to its charms.
--L. Gerard
